Love makes us blind.
Bad qualities disappear
All you see is that person you think is dear.
When the feeling is mutual,
There are no regrets.

But you see,
Being blind at the sight of the person,
Or what you think of that person.
That’s bad.
All you see is that goodness,
All you see is that beauty,
All you see is a future not guaranteed.

Love makes people blind.
Blinded by their own self,
They walk into a path,
Of foolish regret.
This path might seek happiness,
It might seek dread.

Walking on that path,
You might meet the one on the way,
But you were just blinded by that love,
You faded away.

You have arrived to your destination,
You got what you wanted,
Now it’s time to go back,
With that person you wanted.

Times get hard,
Fights get big,
Half the way you lose the prize you wanted it.
Blinded by that sight you were,
Blinded by yourself for sure.

Now you’re all alone on that path again,
Trying to go home,
To your loved ones back again.